Marvel Imagines, Preferences, One Shots, etc.

Charles Xavier- Marvel_Is_Perfection

You were weak. You could barely move, breathing was strenuous and it made your whole body quake with pain.

You didn't know why they kept you alive, or even what they were or what their attentions were. They had fanciful powers that filled you with pain and dread every time one of your kidnappers came near you. Luckily they worked like clockwork, so you knew when to expect a visit.

For however long you had been here, they never missed a day, and they never sprung a surprise visit either. Six pm on the dot they would arrive and do as they wished with you, generally using their powers and abilities to injure you. The only reason you knew the time was that you were concealed behind a bookcase, that lead to a living room with a clock that chimed on every hour, so it was easy to figure out.

Just today was different. The clock chimed to signify it was six in the evening, but no one came. You waited in anticipation but no one came. Something was off. They mustn't be here, but the chance of someone else being here was slim.

You groaned lying on the cold floor, and whimpered for help, but your throat was dry and your voice barely carried itself to your ears let alone to anyone else, if there even was someone else here.

Within moments the bookcase door swung open revealing a rather frazzled and concerned looking man.

He looked around before his eyes fell onto you.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, "stupid question."

You smiled softly, weak and uneasy, but you desperately needed his help.

He came towards you and tried to help you up. He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you up to your feet, but you stumbled due to the pain coursing few your body from the man touching wounds that hadn't properly healed.

You let out a sharp scream of pain. He looked at you concerned.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he spoke frantically.

"It is alright. I am not going to be able to walk, and there isn't an inch of skin that doesn't hurt. You saved me from torture and continuous pain, you do not need to be sorry," you whispered in a hoarse tone.

He gave you a pitiful smile, attempting to support you the best he could without hurting you further.

"I'm Charles Xavier, I am going to get you help, and make sure you are safe," he explained.

"I'm Y/N. Thank you for saving me," you whispered.

He helped you hobble out of the building where an ambulance waited for you. The paramedics rushed to you and began to assist you onto the trolley rolling you into the ambulance.

"Charles," you called out to him.

He stopped walking away from you and turned back with a smile.

"Yes, Y/N," he smiled.

"Can you come with me to the hospital? It is fine if you cannot, but it'd be nice to have a friendly face with me," you said slightly awkwardly.

He chuckled walking towards you and sitting beside you.

"It'd be my honour," he smiled taking your hand in his, squeezing it encouragingly.

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A/N-

Hello.

This was requested by Marvel_Is_Perfection. If you would like to request an imagine, PM me or comment.

Thank you.

Charlotte.